If you could, adopted, fem! Clint and M!Bucky and fem!Bucky and M!Clint, all three 🙈
O.O Dude...Bro...That...You have so much faith in my skills... O.O *crackles knuckles* HERE WE GO
Adopted:
Name: Nathan Wesley Barton-Barnes
Gender: Male
Personality: Nathan...god, you gotta love him. This dude is in his own mind half the time and will miss half the conversation. It isn’t intentional! He’s just...Well, he gets distracted easily. Plus, when you have parents who constantly have people hunting them down, sometimes you need the escape. He’s that guy who’s constantly asking WHY IS THIS HAPPENING??? And freaking out. But in that loving and adorable way.
Special Talents: Boy can bake so easily. And normally while he does it, he accidentally gives really cool, passionate speeches about how proud he is of the team. He’s the guy that keeps them going.
Who they like better: Nathan is pretty chill about who he likes regarding his parents. Really, he tried meeting his blood parents and they wanted nothing to do with him. So he definitely is happy with both. Even if their jobs stress him out.
Who they take after more: Nathan was adopted when he was a baby. He might not look like his parents, but he definitely got some of their personality traits. That being said, he’s a grumpus in the mornings and a coffee addict. Just like Clint. XD
Personal Head canon: He’s basically the Phil Coulson of the group. Absolutely human, but a good man. An amazing man. Plus, dude always makes badass desserts for the team when they get home.
Face Claim:
F!Clint and M!Bucky:
Name: Evan Dugan Barnes
Gender: Male
Personality: Evan is a geek. He loves science, but he never really comprehended it enough to pursue it. He likes rules and structure which is why he picked the military. He’s very open and honest with people. He’s the kind of guy that would rather hurt your feelings with the truth than feel the guilt from a lie.
Special Talents: Dude is gifted at comprehending military strategy. He could have picked anything, stayed the rest of his life in the military, but he chose to be a pilot and go back to his family.
Who they like better: Evan likes his mom more because he is so much like his dad. Growing up, he and Bucky used to get in a lot of fights. When Evan decided to join the military, Bucky sat down with him and made sure this was exactly what he wanted. As much as they fight, he just wants Evan to be happy with who he is.
Who they take after more: What can I say - Evan takes after his dad. He’s stubborn and a dork, sure, but he’s also really bad at sticking his foot in his mouth. He’s a little rough around the edges, though no one takes it seriously. I mean, would you? LOOK AT THE FACE
Personal Head canon: Evan joins the military! The airforce, actually, to become a badass pilot. When he comes home, he becomes a pilot for the Avengers.
Face Claim:
M!Clint and F!Bucky:
Name: Harper Natasha Barton
Gender: Female
Personality: Always looking to have a good time, Harper is one of the most laid back people you could meet. It’s hard to get her angry. She doesn’t shout or anything. Her typical emotions are rather...calm. Extremes aren’t necessarily her thing. But she’s that type of person that, when her friends are upset, makes the drink or food that helps them feel better, curls up with their favorite movie, and makes a few jokes along the way. Anything to help ease the tension.
Special Talents: Harper has a natural skill with a gun that could only have been “inherited” by her mom. She has amazing vision (I mean - look at her parents) and it makes her a badass sharpshooter with any weapon in hand.
Who they like better: Harper is a daddy’s girl. It’s actually because her mom thinks she doesn’t take things serious enough.
Who they take after more: She is very much as laid back and dorky as her old man. That being said, she is also as calculating and nerdy as her dad. There’s a pretty fair balance in there.
Personal Head canon: Harper becomes the next Hawkeye, no prob. It’s fun being a hero. Not that it should be...but Harper is all about enjoying her life. It’s too short to worry about all the bad things.
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Are you seriously asking if it's okay to ask about ALL of my girls? Nonnie, that is so sweet!!! Yes!! Of course!!!
Also - I love the question you picked XD
"On a scale of 1 - 10, how "soft" is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)"
Okay, I’m including a “keep reading” because I added gifs of all my babies.
Andie is definitely a softy. Personally, I place her at about an 8 but she'd probably say she's a 5. (She likes to act like she's tough.) And she'd probably want to be a 3 just because of everything that's happened to her. When she was younger, she was probably more so a 9 just because her dad's actions really affected her.
Geneva is actually a lot more flexible than most of my OCs because of the world I put her in. When she's young, she's like a 6.5. Then her powers hit and she gets to be like a 8.5. Things get to her pretty easy even if she can't cry about them. But something happens in Ch. 5 and it definitely toughens her up to like a 2. When she's reunited with her family, falls at about a 6. She'd probably place herself at about a 4 and wants to be there too.
Marie. Sweet little Marie is definitely rough around the edges. That's what happens when you lose your parents so young and don't trust most of your family. I'd have to say she's at about a 3 most of her life and Shuri gets her to ease up till she's about a 7. She's oblivious to it, thinking she's exactly a 5. Right down the middle with her. And, because emotions freak her out, she'd like to be a 1 or 2. But girl never gets there.
Sarah Rogers - the girl too much like her dad. Haha Sarah is a softy trying to be tough. I'd say she's a 8 trying to disguise herself as a 3. She'd probably say she's a 4 or 5 and would like to be around there too. But Typhanie will always call her out on that. She's a softy and she gets it from her dad. A mischevious softy, but a softy none the less. XD
Typhanie is a 6 for sure. Her mom's death toughened her up a lot, but her dad taught her not to be afraid of her emotions. So she isn't. She'd probably claim to be a 7 or 8 if she's around the right people (Sarah and Sam), but if she's around other's, girl's a 6. And she's just fine being there too. Haha Typhanie is probably my most emotionally confident OC. Girl knows what she's like and doesn't mind it. She's very in tune with who she is.
Ronalda! God, she's awesome. I would definitely put her at a 4. And she would probably put herself there too. Ronalda doesn't have anyone she's all that close to (yet) that would make her super emotional. And even though she is an emotional person, she doesn't show it. That's what happens when you spend years in a freaking space-prison. You have to get tough skin. But Ronalda doesn't mind her emotions, so she'd like to be closer to a 7 or 8. Especially when she feels safe.
(Credit for the gifs goes to their respective and amazing creators)
Thanks for asking, hun!!! Sarah and Typh are definitely precious babies
🎁 - What kind of gift-giver are they? Do they give thoughtful gifts? Expensive gifts? Practical gifts?
Sarah is definitely a last-minute, tries to be thoughtful but is too panicked type of gift giver. She does put effort into it though, but she is so bad at dates that she has a tendency to...well forget. But she kicks ass at cards!!!
Typhanie is definitely the opposite. She has gifts planned out for every holiday and celebration at the beginning of the year and sometimes preorders them. For Christmas, she’ll do a bit more practical gifts for her friends and family, but on birthdays it’s normally something she just know the person really wanted.
📎 - How organised is your OC? Do they keep on top of responsibilities, or leave things to the last minute?
Between the two of them, Sarah is surprisingly the organized one. She knows her responsibilities and stays on top of them unless she just doesn’t give a fuck. (Thank you journaling.) Because she has enough craziness going on in her home life, she clings to that sort of structure that gets her through the day.
ON THE OTHER HAND, Typh is in band. She’s in Speech and Debate. She’s in Student Council. She helps at Steve’s tattoo shop. She is in Duel Credit classes. This girl is so smart, but she stretches herself super thin. She’s got organization down, but in her own way. She knows what she has to make in what classes to make a good impression, and she does exactly that. She knows the GPA she needs to make and what classes effect it the most. It’s almost weird how much effort she puts into knowing what she does and doesn’t need to get versus just doing it. XD
Nonnie’s Request: “Could I request all your OCs going to Coney island together? Maybe with Bucky and another of the boys as a chaperone? 😲😲😲”
A/N: I can’t believe how excited I got for this request. Thank you, Nonnie, so much. And just know that my OCs are ALWAYS open for any requests ya got. This was amazing and the highlight of my day. :) Also, for this shot I basically plucked all of my characters out of their worlds and threw them in a new one. XD
Summary: It’s not every day that these guys can catch a break, but go big or go home, right?
Word Count: 3128 words
Warnings: This is tooth-rotting fluff. How could I make this angsty?? Seriously - It’s meant to brighten your day. But there is cussing. There’s always cussing. XD
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Nothing could ever compare to Coney Island. The feel of the sun warming their skin? The smell of too much salt and sunscreen? Obnoxious laughter and carnival music ringing in their ears? Truly, there was nothing like it.
“Roll the window down! Roll it down!” Marie’s urgency and beating against her thighs was enough to earn a laugh from Jeneva.
Pulling up next to their second vehicle, Jeneva rolled down her corvette’s window. Aviators hid her glowing eyes as she watched the other car’s window disappear. She was met by Andie’s beaming face and Sam peeking around her from the driver’s side. “How did y’end up in the front seat,” she asked Andie, knowing very well that meant Shuri and Bucky had been crammed into the back. Both had wanted to ride with Jeneva instead of the mom-mobile minivan, but Marie had won rock-paper-scissors.
“Same way Marie won your ride,” Andie told her. The passenger doors opened automatically with people piling out. Bucky was grumbling about being crammed in the backseat yet again as Jeneva pulled her keys out of her car.
Sarah rolled her eyes, unable to fight her smile as Typhanie wrapped her arms around Sarah’s shoulders. “He was whining the whole way, Jen. Can you take him next time,” the blonde asked as Sam locked the minivan.
Marie pouted. “No way. I don’t want to ride in that thing.”
“But you made me,” Shuri reminded her. Marie’s ears turned a bright pink as her best friend teased her. It really didn’t matter what that girl said, it was too easy for her to fluster Marie.
Bucky came up behind Jeneva, amusement glittering in his eyes as he watched the younger Lebeau act like such a teenager. She could break into almost any network, rewrite codes as if she were singing her ABC’s, and yet Shuri simply talking to her was enough to make her awkward. “Remember,” he said, giving a pointed look to Andie and Jeneva. “No powers.”
Jeneva waved him off. “Y’no fun.”
“Come on!” Shuri grabbed Marie’s hand, interlacing her fingers and quickly pulling her ahead. “I don’t want to spend the whole day in the parking lot!”
Andie giggled as she ran after them. Really, the idea of going to the beach was her favorite part. She loved sunbathing and that ocean was practically screaming her name.
Sam came up beside Bucky. Them and Jeneva lagged behind, watching his kid and Steve’s quick on their feet. He glanced at Bucky, raising a brow. “This is going to be a mess of a day, isn’t it?”
“Oh, for sure,” Bucky told him, noticing Jeneva roll her eyes even behind her sunglasses. He flicked her hat before spinning the bill around, nestling it on the back of her head. “Let’s get there before they kill the whole park.”
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While Coney Island was naturally a busy place buzzing with people and energy, the group had brought another sort of life to it. They were so used to their chaotic lives that days like this were rare indeed. But still – if they were planning a whole day here, they had to choose their moments wisely.
Arcade games during the day.
Crazy rides at night.
“And the little lady is a winner again!” Andie smiled far too innocently as she won the sharpshooter game. Again. Bucky looked from his water gun to hers and then to that dimpled smile she had. The silent look on his face said it all. How? How did she do it?
“I think we have a new sharpshooter,” Sam teased Bucky as Andie was handed a massive stuffed giraffe.
“Oh, shut it, Birdbrain.”
Typhanie, Sarah, and Marie were playing ski-ball, albeit all in their own way. Typhanie would shoot hers back to back, consistently hitting the center and second holes. Meanwhile, Marie was using her computer brain to calculate the precise angle needed for countless high scores. The top two holes were hit over and over again. Marie never missed.
Both women were on either side of Sarah, teasing her endlessly. This was clearly not her game. She was lucky to get the lowest ones and sometimes even managed to send the ball flying back her way. A yelp shot out of her throat as the skiball flew towards her head. She ducked, looking over her shoulder just as Jeneva caught the ball. In her hand and in Shuri’s were caramel apples.
“Y’gonna injure someone, petite.”
“Sorry,” Sarah muttered.
Electricity crackled around the ball as she tossed it into the air, catching it again. Sidestepping Sarah, she took her shot. The ball landed in the middle hole, short circuiting it. Ticket after ticket poured out of the machine as Sarah’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“That’s cheating,” Shuri reminded Jeneva, whacking her arm.
“Oh, c’mon. It’s a game.” Jeneva laughed when she saw how big Sarah was smiling. “’Sides,” she whispered to Shuri. “The fille needed help, ca va?”
Shuri glanced at Sarah as she gathered up the tickets. “Fine, klepto, but Bucky did say no powers.”
Typhanie looked up, snorting when she heard that. “You’re kidding, right? He’s still pouting because Andie beat him at the water gun thing. I think he’s ready to declare it rigged.”
“Sounds ‘bout right,” Marie commented, not looking their way. Shuri grinned, a sneaky glint flickering in her eyes.
“Hey, Miss Marie.” She planted a sticky-sweet kiss on Marie’s cheek moments before the ball flew from her fingers. Beat red, Marie watched as her last ball landed in the gutter. Innocently, Shuri asked, “Was that my fault?”
“Uh – I -- “ Marie huffed, ducking her head. “Non. That was ‘cause o’moi.”
A warm pair of arms wrapped around Jeneva and she felt a chin rest on top of her head. “Heard y’lost a shootin’ game,” Jeneva teased, not bothering to look up as Bucky’s arms squeezed her gently.
“Shush you.” Bucky grabbed her wrist and brought the caramel apple to his lips.
Jeneva yelped, squirming in his grip to try to keep the caramel from dripping on her. “Can’t y’get y’own?”
He shrugged and released her wrist, munching on the treat. “More fun this way.”
Andie came over, struggling to keep her arms wrapped around the giraffe. “This thing is awesome.” Typhanie came up, running her fingers through the cheap fuzz that made up the giraffe’s fur. “We all need to leave here with giant stuffed animals.”
“Hell yes,” Typhanie agreed. “We could get a huge photo of them on the beach.” She looked at Sarah. “How does that sound?”
“I’m all for it, but not the shooting game. I suck at that.”
Typhanie whipped her head around, searching for something that would work. “What about that one?” She pointed and Sarah followed her gaze. There was one of those games that was kind of like ring toss, but it was set up with little plastic balls and fishbowls. Sarah smiled.
That would work.
“See you guys in a bit!” Sarah grabbed Typhanie’s wrist, earning a squeal of laughter before the two were heading towards the game.
“Gotta admit,” Bucky told Sam, noting the tension in his shoulders. “They’re cute together.”
“Yeah,” Sam mumbled begrudgingly. “Still don’t have to like it.”
Andie rolled her eyes. “Jeez, you’re such a dad, you know that?”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I am one then.”
“Alright, y’guys,” Marie spoke up, finally finding her voice again. “If we’re gonna make this photo happen, we should probably find more games. Where to next?”
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Two hours passed and finally everyone had their own stuffed animal. Even Sam and Bucky. Since this was Andie’s and Typhanie’s idea, the pair were currently lining up the animals near the water, trying to find the best angles. Andie’s giraffe and Typhanie’s bear were on either end. Sarah’s elephant was propped against the bear and Shuri had managed to win an octopus that was delicately placed next to the giraffe. Not that anyone but Marie really noticed. Jeneva’s long-armed monkey and Bucky’s wolf were propped in the middle, separated at Sam’s insistence for his goofy looking goldfish with way-too-big eyes.
“Alright, perfect!” Andie jumped to her feet, pulling out her phone. “No one touch anything!” Her jeans were rolled up as she stepped into the water, attempting to get a good angle. However, the way the wind was blowing kept knocking her hair in her face. As much as she tried to get it out of the way, it wasn’t willing to work with her. It took Sarah pulling her hair into a messy ponytail for Andie to finally get her photo.
“That good for you,” Bucky asked. His metal arm glinted in the sunlight. Because they were closer to the water, he’d taken off his jacket and let Jeneva wear it. Was it necessary? Maybe not, but he knew it made Jeneva more comfortable about being closer to the ocean.
Andie stuck her tongue out at him. “Yeah, Old man, that’s good for me,” she mocked as the Lebeau girls snickered. She shrugged her tote off her shoulder. It was woven, painted to look like a rainbow. Inside was her beach towel and some sunscreen, but still plenty of room for all their prizes. “Alright, toss ‘em in.”
One by one, each stuffed toy was crammed into the tote until only the giraffe head was peeking out. Andie looked out at the water, noticing how pretty the sky was starting to look. As much as she wanted a chance to lie in the sun, she had to admit. She was having more fun spending time with her friends. “So…we did the arcade games,” she said, looking back at her friends. “What’s next?”
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“HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIII – “ Bucky’s scream carried through the air with ease as they whipped through the Cyclone. It might have been Steve who had thrown up the first time they rode the crazy rollercoaster, but there was a true possibility that it would be Bucky this time around.
He collided into Jeneva, pinning her into the side of the cart. She laughed, her sunglasses tucked safely away and eyes glowing their pretty gold. “Fuck, y’heavy,” she shouted over the roar of rumbling wood and metal.
“Everybody, hold on,” Shuri said, not even bothering to listen to her own advice. She threw her hands into the air as Marie attempted to shrink in her seat.
“Fuck! Shit! Damnit!!” The slurs weren’t enough for Marie. She quickly switched to her French tongue as her thick hair waved frantically in the wind. “’M gonna die, ‘m gonna die!”
“God, you’re no fun,” Sarah shouted at Marie as she and Typhanie slammed into one another around the curve. The ride was old. And creaking. Half the terror that came from the ride was due to the sheer curiosity of whether or not it would stay in one piece.
And being the thrill seeker that she was, Sarah loved it.
Typhanie yelped as her ribs slammed into the metal bar. Oh, that hurt. She twisted slightly, clinging to Sarah as their cackling filled the air. That alone was the reminder for the group that this was certainly their idea.
“I’m picking the next riIIDE!” Sam shouted from behind as Andie cackled next to him.
Half of the team were heroes, used to training and fighting against the bad guys. But facing the Cyclone? That was a whole other beast.
Stumbling off the ride, Bucky leaned heavily against Jeneva as she attempted to put her sunglasses on. “Homme, y’a super soldier! A coaster ain’t gonna send y’t’ya knees.” Bucky chuckled. Apparently her comment was enough to send his mind reeling. He leaned forward, whispering something in her ear that earned a bright pink tinge to her cheeks. Huffing, Jeneva elbowed him in the stomach. The obnoxious grunt that came from him was enough to satisfy her. “Behave y’self.”
“You’re no fun, Doll.”
“How ‘bout somethin’ a petite calmer,” Marie asked, her hand clinging to the crook of Shuri’s elbow. “Sil vous plait?”
Shuri gave her a small smile. Marie was definitely calmer than Jeneva. She didn’t thrive off of energy, something the other Lebeau had to do because of her powers. Marie preferred staying tucked away in her computer lab, exploring a world in technology that no one else had really understood before the two had met. Brushing some of Marie’s tangled hair out of her face, Shuri asked, “What about the Wonder Wheel?” She looked at the others, seeing them all share a look that meant they were on board.
“Wonder Wheel,” Andie said, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “Here we go.”
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It’s a much calmer experience than the Cyclone had been. Everyone piled into their own passenger cars. The lights flickered, glowing against their skin. “You and your friends picked a good time,” the attendant told Typhanie and Sarah. “The fireworks should be starting soon.”
“Cool,” Typhanie tugged Sarah in, laughing when her girlfriend stumbled into her seat. Sarah huffed, running a hand through her hair as the attendant closed the door. “Aw, you’re pouting,” Typhanie teased, poking her cheek.
“Shut up,” Sarah muttered, throwing her legs across Typhanie’s lap. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I could say the same thing to you.” Typhanie tugged her legs closer, forcing Sarah to get tucked into her side. Knowing Sarah wasn’t really upset, she gave her a sweet kiss.
Sarah giggled against her lips. “I thought the tradition was to kiss the girl at the top of the Ferris Wheel.”
“When do we ever follow tradition?”
Their laughter bubbled up, carrying to Marie’s and Shuri’s passenger car. They were sitting across from each other, the car gently rocking as they looked out at the water. It was a beautiful sight with the moon reflecting in the waves. “Merci,” Marie whispered, fingers playing with the ends of her hair as Shuri turned to look her way.
“For what?”
“Pickin’ this ride. It’s exactly what I needed.”
A small smile tugged at Shuri’s lips. She knew she wasn’t supposed to move around in the car. Not when they were in the air. But it couldn’t be helped. She moved quickly, noticing the way Marie sat a little straighter, and plopped into the seat next to her. “I like you.” Shuri noticed the panic flashing in Marie’s eyes. “A lot. And I know you’re freaking out, but I also know you feel the same way. You aren’t subtle.”
Marie bit her lip, eyes flicking and searching Shuri’s face. “I – I – “ She felt like she couldn’t talk. Taking a slow breath, Marie admitted, “I don’t understand romance. Or fallin’ in love. I’m not like mon famille who just dives in headfirst. I’m awkward…And I like when t’ings make sense. Romance and love don’t. And that terrifies moi.”
Shuri was waiting for the but. There had to be one. Surely, she hadn’t been imagining what was happening between them. Right?
“But I do. Like y’, I mean. I’m just really bad at understandin’ what that means.”
Shuri felt giddy. She didn’t mind the need to understand that came with Marie. It just meant that they had to work together. Intertwining their hands, Shuri gave a gentle squeeze. Marie shifted her gaze to their hands. It fit so well. “Maybe,” Shuri offered, nudging her with her shoulder. “We take it slow? And figure it all out together?”
Marie smiled, looking back at Shuri. “I t’ink I can get behind that.”
Jeneva had been watching from above, peering over the edge and trying to hear everything that was going on. She couldn’t help it. She liked making sure that Marie was okay.
“Get over here.” Bucky looped his flesh arm around her waist, tugging her back into his chest. “She’s a big girl, Jen. Let her figure it out.”
“I know,” Jeneva grumbled as she turned towards Bucky. He pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, smiling when he saw that liquid gold flickering in her eyes. “I just don’t want ‘er t’get hurt. That so bad?”
“No, it’s not,” Bucky assured her, his thumb running along her cheek. He watched as electricity ran under her skin, chasing after his thumb and making her skin glow. There was a time when he had thought those powers could only hurt people. Now…he knew that sometimes her powers had a calming effect. They could provide warmth and an odd feeling of fullness that he had come to love. Just like he loved her. “But we’re at the top of the Wonder Wheel,” he told her just as the ride pulled to a stop. “And I’d like a bit of your attention before you force me into that minivan again.”
Jeneva’s jaw dropped, a shocked laugh filling the air. “I didn’t! Marie won fair ‘n’ square!”
Bucky grinned. “Whatever,” he said, not fully believing that she would have forced Marie into the minivan.
The crackle and pop of fireworks grabbed their attention. Jeneva settled in on Bucky’s lap, resting her head on his shoulder as the sky lit up. Though her eyes watched the glow and show intently, his gaze was focused on her. The way her eyes flickered a little brighter with every new firework. How warm she felt because of the electricity coursing through her veins. The way her steady heart always made him feel calm. Pressing a small kiss to her forehead, he rest his cheek on her head, careful of the sunglasses, and looked back to the show she was so entranced by.
“How much you want to bet that none of them are actually watching the show?”
Sam glanced back at Andie. She had that same old, knowing smile on her lips. He scrunched his nose. While he and Bucky were supposed to be the chaperones for the day, he knew that Bucky would slack off since Jeneva was there. But still…
He didn’t need to picture it.
“I need you to keep those thoughts to yourself. One of them is my kid, you know.”
“Oh, I know.” Andie grinned like the cat that ate the canary, cuddling into her giraffe as another firework burst in the air. “That’s why I said it.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re as mean as Barnes, you know that?”
Andie laughed. “Careful. Imagine if I was his kid.”
He shuddered. “Nope. No, that’s worse than the idea of all of them ignoring the show.”
Andie’s laughter, though drowned out by the fireworks, was filled with warmth. The type that could only come from a day like today. A day with friends. With family. A day at Coney Island.
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